I'll Just Hang This Up for You. So Glad You Finally Made It In.

"I'll just hang this up for you. So glad you finally made it in," a voice said from behind me. I turned toward the voice, pulling my fogged glasses off to wipe them on my sweater but whoever had spoken was already gone. My scarf was twisted through the arms of a coat tree and the curtain behind a counter opposite was swaying back into place. It was a smallest shop with the walls painted like a starry midnight sky,. dark blues and purple and the stars themselves, luminescing with a bright glow. There were a few vitrines full of tinctures and rocks and crystals and shelves full of old books and new journals.